The Coming of the End

Not quite dead

Not quite alive.

My voice is dimmed

But not silent.

Once I spoke

And the world listened

Now, the world

Turns its back

The powers that be

Don’t want my voice

The powers that be

want it as their own.

Soon that end will come

Soon my voice will go.

But I will keep going

Somewhere out there

I’ll speak on my own.

Even as the end will come.

I will speak.

And find a new home.